Chapter 9 - 8
They regrouped near a river, patched up, and rested. Some caught fish. They ate, rested, and let their guard down—briefly.
Then the scout returned.
The Centurion was still alive—and on the run, being chased by a force of over 500 Sengolio soldiers.
The air turned cold.
"Are we fighting again?" someone whispered.
"This is it... this is really our graveyard."
"Can’t we just hide and wait for reinforcements?"
"Idiot, no one’s coming. And even if we hide, they’ll sniff us out—just like they did back at camp."
"Shut it, kids," an older soldier snapped. "Be grateful we’ve lasted this long. Thank the Decurions we’re still breathing."
"You’re right," someone murmured. "Before I die, I’ll take more of them with me."
Decurion Lance, silent until now, rose.